Arkaik - Paradigm lyrics

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eceit-disease-decline-this virus contradicting reason and theology

Contrasting ideologies

Spew their vehemence into the

Imaginations of humankind

They are part of the same feral beast

Who's venom drips from ivory fangs

Waiting to rend the vacillating mind

Her feast is our collapse incarnate

This succubus- sits perched on a throne of misconceptions

She lies in a- stagnant pool of spiritual afterbirth

Pregnant with- deception she spreads her wings

As we receive her- miscarriages willingly

The abscesses of human thought grow

As she rapes the mind of it's reason

Hope faith hypocrisy rebellion

Contorted into lifestyle distortionAre

The spawn that became her paradigm abortions

She feeds the dead offspring to the masses

Holy men and counter culture both convulse in hunger

Reduced to pains of famine

They will tell you who to worship

And advise you who to hate

You have become their canvas

Upon your wits they scrape their paint

All paths of logic- lead to some form of light

Needle feast hemorrhages- try to rip reason from insight

Clots from the womb- pour forth with tides of delusion

We have become- lost in a sea of illusion

There is a path of light for

Those who aren't blinded by the

Lies they are fed, there are still,

Minds in which logic and the divine have not Departed

From malignant tongues

Forked in abhorrence their odium

Seeps piercingly into the common rationality

Kneel to the snake, kneel to the stake

Either side breads filth

Seek the knowledge you wish to gain and think for your fucking self!

The beast and the saints will have you forget about the universe

The wonder, found in the, unknown, the infinite

Will be torn away by clawed hands in jagged grip

Thrust aside to make way for ideologies they claim are right

Ways, of thought, that disguise, true meanings

Deceiving, distractions, seizing our eyes

And our minds, leaving shreds, of divinity

Bleeding us of our foresight leaving the origins of wisdom cauterized

These inconsistencies of thought shall wreak their stench and tear us under

To rot in withered tatters

Decayed within the mounds of ruin...

We, must, ascend, beyond these

Paradigms of hypocrisy

For reason and insight are locked away in the enveloping pattern of destiny